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CONAN

I blow out a breath as Hallie and Charlotte head to the ladies’ room.

“You good?” Finn asks.

“Yeah. That was fucking close. I scared her. I could see it in her eyes.”

I knock back the rest of my scotch. I’m only having one because I want to be high off Hallie, nothing else.

“It’s better she knows now, if you’re serious,” Declan chimes in.

“She took it fine.”

“Does she know about Ben?” Finn asks with a grin.

“Fuck no. But she knows I sorted it. She’s a smart girl. She’ll put the pieces together.”

Finn nods.

“Her and Charlotte seem to get along well.” I nod toward them laughing as they re-enter the room, and just about every guy’s head swivels to watch them.

“Charlotte is a good girl, under that murderous exterior,” Declan says, admiring his woman.

I want what he has.

At first I thought he’d lost the plot being so head over heels over a woman.

Now? I get it.

That life, that little bubble of calm he’s built, means everything to him.

Maybe I can have my own version of that.

Hallie sets her sights on me with a bright smile, and my heart stutters, then pounds.

Yeah.

She is my happy place. I’m certain of it.

I slide over in the booth to let her in, but this little minx is out to make me pay.

I can tell by her smile.

She shuffles in and then jumps on my lap, pressing her ass right against my dick.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I brush my lips over her shoulder.

“Naughty girl. You have no idea who you’re messing with,” I mutter, only loud enough for her to hear.

“Oh, I have a good idea.”

She wiggles her ass, and I tighten my hold.

As she sips her champagne, joining in the conversation with my brothers, I just watch.

She fits right in with us.

As she leans back, resting herself against my chest, I rest my head on her shoulder.

“To Conan on getting his championship spot,” Finn announces, and we all raise a glass.

Hallie turns her head to me.

“You didn’t tell me how important it was! Championship spot? Conan!”

I shrug and take the glass from her hand.

“Gotta win my next fight to be declared Champion.”

She frowns and pouts.

“Don’t pout like that unless you want me to lay you over the table and kiss the life out of you.”

Her eyes go wide and that blush spreads up her neck.

“And that’s a problem, because?”

She is taunting me.

My blood rushes south and I don’t trust myself to keep it together.

“Hallie,” I warn.

She digs around in her purse, and then her hand slyly dips into mine.

Her fucking panties.

I throw my head back and groan.

“You’re killing me, trouble.”

“You deserve this.”

She smiles sweetly and then turns back around to the table.

I glance down at the lace in my hand, rub it between my fingers, then shove it in my jacket pocket.

My hand slides over her thigh. She tries to close her legs, but I keep them just inches apart.

With each breath, I move higher, slipping under the hem of her dress.

“Conan,” she hisses.

“Yes?”

I run my nose along her shoulder blade.

As discreetly as I can, I press her clit with my index finger.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

She’s soaked. I can’t take this anymore.